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"Lincoln's Melancholy" by Joshua Wolf Shenk (click here for more)

As I conclude this audio book, I have learned much about this truly great president, who possessed a tremendous drive to grow, learn, and display an ability bounce back from setbacks.

He truly was wise and the right man, in the right place, and in the right time in our history.  To borrow from his phrase, Lincoln more often than not sought to listen to the "better angels of our nature".

As to his wisdom and faith:

When once asked “Is God on our side?” his reply was “It is better to hope that we are on HIS side.”

"America: The Story of Us": HIstory Channel

A colleague alerted me of this show which debuted last night on The History Channel.  The first two hours were very well done and I found myself riveted to the TV.  Even the show's sponsors' aired commercials with a historical theme. 

Part 2 will air next Sunday at 9pm on the History Channel.  Definitely recommend it!

Ever heard of this prominent Revolutionary War General?

I first came across this historical character in listening to David McCullough's "1776". 

He taught himself law and mathematics.  He was able and, like other prominent generals on the Patriotic side, a self-trained soldier. He was considered one of Washington's top generals.  He served the entire eight years of the Revolution.  Like Washington, he was able to parlay small means and resources to his advantage. His attitude towards the British was humane and even kindly.

He had prominent responsibilities in facing down the British in both Boston and New York.  He played significant roles in the Battles of Trenton, Brandywine, Guilford Courthouse and Germantown.  He served as Washington's Quartermaster General during the dark winter at Valley Forge. 

Washington awarded a few his key generals, such as Henry Knox and Alexander Hamilton, key positions in his Presidential administration.  So, where was General Nathaniel Greene and what happened to him?

He twice refused Washington's request to serve as Secretary of War instead electing instead to settle on his Georgia estate near Savannah, Georgia in 1785.  He died at 44 years old on the estate on June 19, 1786, of sunstroke.

Stephen A. Douglas

He defeated Abraham Lincoln in the 1858 race for the US Senate.  He was the architect of the Kansas-Nebraska Act of 1854 which addressed the festering issue of slavery.  He was touted to be a future US President.  He was the complete antithesis of Abraham Lincoln.  He ran against Lincoln in 1860 for US President but was defeated.

In listening to "Lincoln's Melancholy:  How Depression Challenged a President and Fueled His Greatness", Mr. Douglas was a prominent rival of Lincoln.  It occurred to me that little was heard of him after the 1860 election.  Why?

Douglas died in Chicago from typhoid fever on June 3, 1861, about 3 months after Lincoln's inauguration.  He was 48 years old.  Like many other key figures in US history who rose to prominence quickly and disappeared, likewise was the case for Stephen A. Douglas.

A Judge for the Ages

He presided over major legal issues of the day including rulings on desegregation, the Viet Nam War, and the Dalkon Shield. To hear his name would conjure up for me the image of man large in nature with a booming voice, and steely disposition. Perhaps this is how lawyers who argued before him felt and perceived the Judge to be.


I would run into the Judge on the elevator often. He usually arrived early around 7:30am. On several days day a week, he would be seen carrying a white pastry box from a local bakery, perhaps the Westhampton. On several occasions, he would ask me if I attended his church, to which I would reply "that must be my twin". Eventually, he would shake his head, rub his forehead, and say "I have asked you that before".  We would both laugh. 

To see the Judge in person, you saw an average looking man who was kind and gentle. This demeanor belied the steel courage and fortitude that enabled him to make the tough rulings despite death threats, attempts to kidnap him, and all the harsh vitriol that was hurled his way.

I recall asking him to be a guest speaker at our monthly managers meeting to which gladly accepted. I recall him sharing how, amid the turmoil and death threats, his wife pleaded with him to resign. His response was that to have resigned would have been caving into injustice, something he swore an oath not to do.

Though he was small in stature as a person, he was huge in the law and in his moral character. I felt honored to have been able to speak with Judge Robert Merhige those few times. He is an inspiration and encouragement to us all.  If I was to ever write a book, similar to "Profiles in Courage", Judge Merhige would be first on the list about whom to write.  He truly was a profile in courage. 

Introducing a former governor....

I did not vote for him in the gubernatorial election.  I did not like his views on raising taxes while opposing the state lottery.  I particularly did not like his choosing an opponent of the state lottery to run it.  Truth be known, in those days I was a diehard Republican having voted for Ronald Reagan twice and became a student of conversative politics.  In those days, the Wall Street Journal was required reading for me.

In the mid-90's, our CFO, John, assigned me to work with Governor Baililes to assist him with some intricate billing of his client, a special consortium.  We went to his office where the Governor was reading some official looking papers, suit coat on, and feet propped on his desk.  Upon seeing he, the Governor motioned us and and exclaimed "Big John!"  Upon being introduced to him by "Big John:, I remember him having a firm handshake and reflective manner. 

I worked with the Governor over a period of 12 months, meeting with him just a few times and dealing mostly with his assistant.  Yet, he always called me by my name when I saw him in the firm.  I understand from his assistant that he has a unique ability to remember the first names of most people he met, even once.   In time, I would tell others what a great guy he was.  I recall my dear wife reminding me of my vehement criticisms from earlier years.  I told her that I had changed.

Prior to his leaving the firm, I had invited the Governor to speak at a monthly managers meeting on the topic of leadership.  He agreed without hesitation.  A few days before the meeting, it occurred to me that I had the task of introducing him at the meeting.  I had never introduced anyone of his political stature.  Fortunately, his asisstant bailed me out with a standard script that other organizations used when introducing him as a speaker.   

A loss for words....

I recognized him immediately upon entering the elevator. He had joined the firm shortly after finishing his term as governor. He stood at the back of the elevator talking to another person. I recall him citing his "conservative fiscal nature" when addressing the other individual's comments. They both laughed. He was shorter and of a smaller frame that I had imagined. After all, he had served in the US Marine Corps and seemed tall on TV. After the other individual got off, he stood at the back in silence. I really did not know what to say to a former governor. How would I address him? After all, he was being touted a potential Presidential candidate.


As he got off the elevator to leave, he turned around, smiled, and said "good to see you". I felt completely at a loss for words for I did not expect that last-minute gesture.

I remember thinking to myself: will this guy actually be our President one day? Well, we all know now that Governor Chuck Robb never made it to the White House though he did serve in the US Senate.

Tomorrow - remembering a small man in size but a towering judge.

A Lesson from 25 Years Ago...

I was in my mid 20's and getting onto the elevator at work.  There was only one other person on the elevator who stood at the back.  He wore a starched white shirt and red dotted tie.  He stood erect, looked fit, must have been in his early 50's.  When the doors shut, he leaned over and stretched out his hand and said "hi, I'm Bill....".  I introduced myself and he asked what I did for the firm.  As the elevator got to Bill's floor and before exiting, he stated "thanks, Ed, for helping to keep up straight.  We appreciate it."

I will never forget that act of being graciousness and making an inexperienced and diffident kid like me feel important in the eyes of  one our firm's partners.

The other day at the coffee machine, I aspied a young associate, recently graduated from Harvard Law, who had a look similar to what Bill must have seen on my face some 25 years earlier.  Taking a lesson from Bill, I reached out my hand, introduced myself, and welcomed this new associate to our firm. 

About 18 years ago, Bill passed away in an auto accident.  However, that lesson he taught me remains and I try to emulate him whenever I get chance.  Regrettably, though, I often get so caught up in my own world that I overlook those around me. 

Tomorrow, my encounter with a once famous political figure on the elevator. 

An Unfinished Career

He led the American League in home runs at the mere age of 19.  He was a local athlete from Revere, MA and lived out his childhood dream of playing in Fenway Park for his beloved Red Sox.  He had Hollywood good looks and charisma to match.  The Red Sox Nation affectionately referred to him as Tony C., short for Tony Conigliaro.

It was said that Tony C possessed the "Fenway Park Stroke", a swing that enabled him to launch home runs over Fenway's "Green Monster" which stood only 315" from homeplate but stretched over 37" high.  When most hitters would experience long singles and doubles, Tony C's stroke enabled his long fly balls to hurdle over the high wall for home runs.

He was on the "Impossible Dream" team of 1967, which had finished dead last in 1966, with aspirations of winning an American League Championship for the first time since 1946.  That team consisted of some up and coming talent mixed in with solid veterans.

With all this going for him and the Red Sox, the future looked extremely bright until that fateful night in August, 1967 when a Jack Hamilton fastball smashed into the left side of his face causing permanent eye damage.  Though he made a successful comeback in 1969, he was never the same hitter.  He retired from baseball in 1975 ending what might have been and what should have been a very successful, perhaps Hall of Fame, career. 

Through it all, friends and family shared that he never complained of having been dealt a bad hand.  His unfinished career carried into an unfinished life as Tony C. passed away at the young age of 45 from a stroke.  

Crazy Driving Behaviors

They drive too fast through the toll booths.  They seem to act like privileged characters if one gets in their way.  Shouldn't they at least slow down when growing through the toll booths? 

On rainy days, it never ceases to amaze me how people just don't slow down.  Have they not heard of hyrdo-planning on the road's surface?

Of course, we have mutli-taskers who talk on the phone, shave, apply make-up, and other personal tasks while driving. 

Lastly, we have 4 x 4 drivers who think that they are invincible, even in icy conditions.  Perhaps they have not heard of "black ice"?

Shopping and Out About Today

It never ceases to amaze me as to the unique items that Dollar Tree stocks and sells, all for one dollar a piece.  Recently, we purchased some battery-powered closet lights and miniature iPod speaker systems - great for Christmas stocking suffers.  Today, I went back to buy more iPod speakers only to find that they were all gone.  Another lesson when shopping at Dollar Tree: when you see it, buy it and in quantities.

For those who have shopped at Short Pump Town Centre, you may have discovered the confusing traffic pattern going in and out.  It is a wonder that there aren't more accidents there.  I find myself circumnavigating the whole confusion by driving completely around the back of the shopping area and merging into a traffic light. 

Today, I went by the old Ukrops @ Short Pump.  Two workers were putting the finishing touches on the "Martin's" sign.  It was good, however, to see the "Ukrops Cafe" and "Ukrops Bakery" signs flanking the new "Martin's" sign.  It marked the end of an era.  It will be odd to see that store open on Sundays beginning next week.

Many folks were out today at Lowe's stocking up on landscaping supplies.  That is a good sign and perhaps an indication that the economy is improving.

Finally, went by a friend's open house today.  Interesting to see the neat things that others do to landscape and decorate their homes.  Hmm, we may have to take this up as a weekend hobby.

Stepping Out of One's Comfort Zone

Typically, I prefer to stay in my office and behind closed doors when I really need to focus on an assignment or deadline.  I recognize, however, that I must not be a silo and that I need to interact regularly with my colleagues.  Such interactions often encourage, inspire, and lift me out of the doldrums brought on by stress and pressing deadlines.   

I prefer not to travel on business.  I am blessed to have a job that does not require much travel.  Like most of the things I avoid in life, I realize that it is a comfort zone thing. 

This past week's visit to NYC revealed several things to me, blogged about previously, and enabled me to experience some new things.

The conference enabled me to interact with colleagues in the legal industry who are some of the sharpest minds and proactive leaders I have ever met.  It amazes me how much we all learn and takeaway from each conference.  There was a tense moment involving admitting a new member.  Two of the strongest personalities in the group were at odds over admission.  I Google'd the candidate's law firm to discover that his firm has over 1,800 lawyers in 32 offices world-wide.  I pointed this out and the dissenting individual was surprised, softened his stance, and agreed to revisit membership in 6-9 months after the individual, who just started his new position, got grounded.  The candidate's advocate appreciated someone providing objective input and citing the facts, not just opinion.  We all averted a potentially divisive moment and I did not alienate any of the my colleagues.  Rather, I now feel closer to both colleagues.

We went to a nice Italian restaurant, Becco on W. 45th Street, which I recommend to anyone planning a trip to NY in the near future.  Having walked the streets over those few days, I now have a better idea as to where places are in NYC.

I experienced all of this as a result from leaving my comfort zone for a few days. 

Why is Southwest Airlines Profitable?

Most airlines teeter on the brink of bankruptcy.  I understand that some airlines now charge for carry-on bags and one even installed a coin device to charge for restroom visits.  I am no airlines economist but this nickle and dime revenue stream is not going to solve their long-term and structural financial issues.  Rather, I believe it will achieve quite the opposite and result in losing passengers to other airlines.

Now, let's take Southwest Airlines, one of few profitable airlines in the US.

The father of two teenage girls watched as each struggled to place their one suitcase on the scale. He knew they would be over the limit. The airline representative advised the father that each bag exceeded the limit and he would need to pay $100. The attendant also pointed out that his daughters had only one of their 3-bag limit per person. The attendant suggested that the father buy a two Southwest Airlines duffle bags for $25 a piece. His daughters could transfer items from the over-the-limit bags into the duffle bag, save $50, and have a nice duffle bag to use on future trips. The results: the daughters love their duffle bags and use them for trips (free advertising); the father saved $50 (happy customer); and, the father tells this story all the time to friends and colleagues (loyal customer, residual business, company goodwill and potential future customers).

It seems that most airlines just don't get it.  They are out of touch with their customers.  Why don't they emulate the pactices of successful airlines, like Southwest? 

A Tale of Two Cities: New York and Sandy Hook

It was the best of times to visit New York.  It was the worst of times to leave Sandy Hook. 


New York is a great place to visit.  There is so much to do and see: Times Square; Rockefeller Center; Penn Station; Broadway shows; Madison Square Garden, etc.  I can see why people enjoy either visiting or working in New York.  To me, it was fascinating walking the streets back and forth from the conference I was attending.  I believe that I may have walked upon a photo shoot involving Uma Thurman or a look-alike, around 9pm, but could not get a good look given the assembled crowd.  It truly seems to be a city that "never sleeps".

From what I observed in New York, people on the streets rarely say hello or smile at each other. 

Back home in Sandy Hook (Goochland) today, I immediately put the New York state of mind quickly out of my mind and re-matriculated myself back into my preferred lifestyle amid the bucolic quietude of country living.  Though pollen-created allergy issues can be tough on us allergy sufferers in April, it was great being back home.  It was great to have drivers and joggers wave as I encountered them in our neighborhood today.  It was nice to be greeted warmly by former "Church-mates" at a local eating joint. 

Today, I felt like "Oliver Douglas" from "Green Acres" as I cut the grass but not in a suit and tie.  I look forward to our next visit to New York.  But, I know I will be just as glad then as I am now to return home to the quiet and beauty of Goochland, the place we call home.   

Amusing Human Behavior

I do these same things myself. So, I find it quite amusing when I observe and/or hear others doing the same. While in NYC, I observed and broached with colleagues two such behaviors.


First, whether it is in a buffet-type restaurant or there are serve-yourself lunch options, I find it amusing how others, upon your returning to the table, will peruse what you have on your plate and even comment on its appearance, possible health implications, and their thoughts on the food -- all unsolicited comments. At times, I find myself wishing that I had a room service type cover for my dish to avoid the perusal and critique.

Second, often times conversations turn to movies. Guys seem to enjoy recounting their favorite scenes from movies. I find it quite interesting how someone will ask me if I have ever seen a particular movie. When I say "no", the individual will look surprised and ask again with emphasis "you have NEVER seen ______ (movie)? " I know that their reaction is based upon their surprise. At such times, however, I find myself wishing to say: "like I said the first time, no".

Watch for these behaviors. You will find them amusing at times, annoying at others.

Graciousness at Appomattox

Today in history, General Lee surrendered to General Grant at Appomattox.  What is so impressive is the magnanity displayed by many that day.

Lee and Grant, graduates of West Point, had known each other slightly during the Mexican War and exchanged awkward pleasantries. Apparently, Grant remembered more of Lee than vice versa.  Grant arrived in his muddy private's field uniform and jacket while Lee came in full formal military attire complete with sash and sword, anticipating at best to be taken captive and worst to be summarily executed as a traitor by Grant.

Lee asked for terms knowing of Grant's prediliction for unconditional surrender.  Grant hurriedly wrote them out based upon previous consultations with President Lincoln who instructed to "let them up easy" from defeat.  Grant wrote that: all officers and men were to be pardoned, and they would be sent home with their private propery; most importantly, they could keep their horses to be used for a late spring planting. Officers would be allowed to keep their side arms.  Grant offered Lee's starving men rations for which Lee was both touched and appreciative.  Lee had lost count as to the number of his soldiers remaining due to growing dessertions in recent weeks.


Lee left first, pounding his fists into his gloves as he walked onto the porch, called for Traveler, and rode out to meet his loyal soldiers for one last time.  Grant ordered silence to a band that had begun to play in celebration.  Grant told his officers, "The war is over. The Rebels are our countrymen again."   General Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain had Union solders salute their reunited countrymen by the ordering of arms, a form of respect.

A Much Different World

Upon arriving in NYC's Penn Station around rush hour yesterday, I was immediately reminded of how different this city is to what I'm used to.  There were throngs of people, speaking different languages, hailing from many diverse parts of the world.  There business people, tourists, artists, students, and a few panhandlers near Madison Square Garden.

Hailing a cab was pretty an exercise in futility as everyone was trying to get one.  I have never seen so many yellow cabs at one time.

Walking up 6th Avenue to the hotel was an experience, watching pedrestrians either jaywalk or cross when they were not supposed to only to get the irate horn and waving of arms from frustrated taxi driver.  That was amusing to watch as it occurred repeatedly.  The UPS drivers in the "Big Brown" trucks, which seem larger in NYC than the ones back in Richmond, are the most aggressive in working through traffic. 

In meeting some colleagues for dinner, I was most surprised to find a waiter, in the middle of NYC, who was actually pulling for the Red Sox as they played the Yankees last night.  BTW, Yankees 3 Red Sox 1. 

More tomorrow from NYC.

The marvels of today's technology

While sitting on a high-speed training heading towards NYC, I am working wirelessly, checking e-mails from work, checking personal e-mails on my iTouch, and staying connected with news and the stock market -- all completely wirelessly.

As I look around, other passenges are working on their laptops, texting, making and receiving calls on their cell phone.

Now, I am ready to post a blog -- wirlessly.

Americans' proclivity for shortcuts

We hear them all the time.  Many of us use them without even recognizing it.  We Americans like to use shortened versions of words.  Some include:

cardio = cardiovascular exercise
meds = medicine/prescriptions
temps = temperature
veggies = vegetables
the net = internet
stats = statistics
prof = professor

There are many other examples.  I used to resist using these shortcuts as my way of not "joining the crowd".  Now, though, I find it much easier to say "cardio" when describing time in the gym as opposed to "cardiovascular excerise on the elliptical".  Sometimes, it take an old dog to learn a new trick.

Losing Martin Luther King, Jr.

Today marks the 42nd anniversary of Dr. King's death.  Sad that a man who advocated passive resistance and abhorred violence would meet such a violent death.  As a kid, I remember the outbreak of violence that occurred throughout the nation in the aftermath of his murder.

I recall the throngs of people lining the streets to pay tribute as Dr. King's casket passed by in a wooden farm cart drawn by two mules.  Following behind were family members, colleagues, and other mourners including Sen. Robert F. Kennedy.

Just a few nights before, Sen. Kennedy was able to both convey the sad news and calm a predominantly African-American crowd in Indianapolis by demonstrating empathy in referencing his own brother's murder.  Sadly, Sen. Kennedy would be killed 2 months later in Los Angeles.

One can't help but wonder how differently things may have turned out if our nation had not lost these two leaders in 1968.  It reminds of the melancholy lyrics from Dion's song "Abraham, Martin, & John":

Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?

Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked 'round and he's gone.

Pedestrian Behavior

You see it all the time.  We saw it tonight.  You motion in your car for a pedestrian, who wants to jaywalk, to go ahead and cross the street.  The pedestrian nods, waves, and breaks into a quick trot that lasts about 4-5 step and then they resume walking until they cross the street.  I wonder aloud: why don't they just keep on trotting or simply walk the whole time? 

I suspect the pedestrian wants convey appreciation by showing some hustle, or they may want to avoid the driver's horn for doddling across the street.  Regardless, it is humorous to observe.    

Diversified Lyricist - Kris Kristoferson

He lived quite a diversified life.  He was a Rhodes Scholar.  He served in the U.S. Army as an elite Airborne Ranger.  He turned down an offer to teach English at West Point.  He was trained a helipcopter pilot.  He wrote songs as a hobby at first.  Until he became successful, he held odd jobs as a janitor and helipcopter pilot.  He dated women as diverse as Barbara Streisand to Janis Joplin.  He had a career in singing and acting.  He was a close friend of Johnny Cash and wrote songs for him.

Kris Kristoferson wrote memorable lyrics to songs such as "Me and Bobby McGee", "The Sunday Morning Sidewalk", and "Help Me Make It Through the Night".  His life experiences seemed to have provided him with much on which to ponder and write. 

Kristoferson's lyrics often told stories that made you feel as if you were there.  I don't keep up much with today's music and musicians.  Yet, I often wonder if today's songs contain much in the way lyrics like those written by individuals covered in today's and previous blogs. 

A Portrait To Capture the Mood of the Times

The portrait, below, was made in 1930 during the height of the Great Depression.  It captures the lack of downtown activity on a sad, rainy, and dreary night.  As our nation was gripped by unparalleled unemployment and economic devastation, this portrait captured the mood of the American people at the time.

I remember this portrait from our 8th grade history book on the chapter covering the Great Depression.   

More great lyrics - by Gordon Lightfoot

He is known as the "Canadian Troubadour".  He wrote and recorded over 255 songs.  His biggest hits included: "If You Could Read My Mind", "Sundown", "Early Morning Rain" and others.  His lyrics from "The Last Time", recorded by several other artists, are some of the most beautiful ones I have ever heard (less the references to tearing away of threads). 

The last time I saw her face, her eyes were bathed in starlight and her hair hung long
The last time she spoke to me, her lips were like the scented flowers inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt before.  And if time could heal the wounds, I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more

The last time I walked with her
Her laughter was the steeple bells
That ring to greet the morning sun
A voice that called to everyone
To love the ground she walked upon
Those were good days

The last time I held her hand, her touch was autumn, spring and summer, and winter too
The last time I let go of her, she walked a way into the night
I lost her in the misty streets, a thousand months, a thousand miles
When other lips will kiss her eyes
A million miles beyond the moon, that's where she is
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt beforeAnd if time could heal the wounds, I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more
The last time I saw her face, her eyes were bathed in starlight and she walked alone
The last time she kissed my cheek
Her lips were like the wilted leaves
Upon the autumn covered hills
Resting on the frozen ground
The seeds of love lie cold and still
Beneath a battered marking stone
It lies forgotten

Great Lyricists

He wrote over 700 songs before he died prior to even reaching age 30.  He did not finish high yet had an extraordinary talent to write song lyrics.  For example:

"the silence of a falling star lights up a purple sky and as I wonder where you are, I'm so lonesome I could cry" (from "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry")

when tears come down like falling rain, you'll toss around, you'll call my name you'll walk the floors the way I do, your cheatin' heart will tell on you...." (from Your Cheatin' Heart")

"like a bird whose lost its mate in flight, I'm alone and oh so blue tonight
like a piece of driftwood on the sea, may you never be alone like me" (from "May You Never Be Alone Like Me")

He performed at the Grand Ole Opry.  Hollywood made a movie about him starring George Hamilton called "Your Cheatin' Heart".   Long before "Bocephus" Hank Williams, Jr., there was Hank Williams Sr., the author of the melancholy lyrics above.  His friend, Ray Price, talked of Hank Sr's genius for writing simple yet descriptive lyrics that the listener could easily visualize and almost feel. 

Like his songs, Hank Williams lived a sad life but his lyrics remain to remind us of a time when words from the heart meant far more than the glitz and glamour of today's country music.